MR. HERRIMAN: No! No! No, Miss Frances! You must towel dry all silver wear, so that you may prevent unsavoury spots!
Mr. Herriman is not easy to please. At all. He's very picky. Frankie walked out of the kitchen to put the utensils away in the dining hall, but the bunny followed her.
MR HERRIMAN: Watch your spoon placement, Miss Frances. A yogurt spoon is quite different from a cereal spoon. Remember: utensils are essential.
He brought out a stitching with those exact words. Frankie rolled her eyes at the stuck-up bunny.
MR. HERRIMAN: Ah, yes. That is what I like to see; rules being properly followed and respected. Correct?
Herriman said as the gang ate at the table.
MR. HERRIMAN: Chew, chew, chew, it's good for you. Yes, very good job. Master Wilt, Miss Coco, Master Eduardo...where are Master Mac and Master Blooregard?
The gang stared at each other, knowing where they were.
KNACK: Maybe he's still...
MR. HERRIMAN: No! No! Do not speak; I know your mouths are full, and you do not wish to break the rules of no talking whole eating. But Master Blooregard and Mac know full well that breakfast is only served until 9 AM on the dot. And it is now precisely 8:43 AM. Where are the two?
Mac was waiting for Bloo to wake up.
MR. HERRIMAN: Master Mac?! Blooregard?!
BLOO: What?
MAC: I waited for him just to wake up.
MR. HERRIMAN: You are almost late for breakfast.
BLOO: Huh?
MR. HERRIMAN: Get up and get dressed.
Bloo gets out of bed.
BLOO: Done. Oh, man, I really gotta-
MR. HERRIMAN: Master Blooregard!
BLOO: Sorry, Mr. H, but I ain't got time to chitchat. I really got to-
MR. HERRIMAN: Make your bed.
BLOO: What?
Bloo stopped and looked at his bottom bunk, all messed up.
BLOO: Well, yeah. That's all well and good. I was gonna after I-
MR. HERRIMAN: No "gonna after." Now.
Bloo moaned, went back in his bedroom and fixed his bed.
MR. HERRIMAN: Fold and tuck, Master Blooregard. Fold and tuck. Very good.
Bloo sighed, then his stomach growled again and he ran in the hall.
BLOO: Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go.
He bumped into Mr. Herriman.
MR. HERRIMAN: Master Blooregard?
BLOO: What?!
There was a smelly breath from Bloo that Mr. Herriman smelled from his nose.
MR. HERRIMAN: Uh, I was going to say no running in the halls, but for the sake of all that is decent, please brush your teeth.
BLOO: What? Why, can't it wait?
MR. HERRIMAN: No.
He said coughing.
BLOO: Listen, Mr. Herriman. I'm all for the clean-the-teeth thing, but I really gotta-
MR. HERRIMAN: Brush. From the bottom, Master Blooregard.
He lowered his stubby hand to the bottom of the tube, and he squeezes out almost half the tube
MR. HERRIMAN: Pea-sized, please.
BLOO: Don't say "pee", please.
MR. HERRIMAN: That's it. Brush the decay away.
As soon he's all finished brushing his teeth, Bloo turned on the faucet to rinse his mouth and spit.
BLOO: There you go. All sparkly clean Now if you'll excuse me, sir, I really have to-
MR. HERRIMAN: Master Blooregard?
BLOO: I'm sorry for the pushing, but I really gotta-
MR. HERRIMAN: Put the cap back on the toothpaste.
BLOO: There. Now, please, a little privacy, please? Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go. Man. At least he doesn't have any rules about this.
MR. HERRIMAN: Master Blooregard?
BLOO: No way.
MR. HERRIMAN: May I remind you that at Foster's, we use only two squares for each release?
BLOO: What is wrong with you?! Fine.
Bloo rolled back what ever extra toilet paper he was about to rip, Mr. Herriman used his animal ears to listen, and he heard one…two…three.
MR. HERRIMAN: Ah, ah, ah.
BLOO: Darn rabbit ears.
MR. HERRIMAN: Master Blooregard!
BLOO: What now?
MR. HERRIMAN: Please wash your hands.
Herriman opened the door.
BLOO: What do you think I'm doing in here, Mr. Two Squares?
MR. HERRIMAN: No, Master Blooregard. We do not whittle the soap away under the water. We wet... lather... and rinse. Now let me see you do it.
BLOO: Wet... lather... and rinse.
MR. HERRIMAN: Just think of all the precious layers of soap that previously were so callously washed away but are now properly utilized, thanks to my system.
BLOO: Oh, yeah.
MR. HERRIMAN: You see, Master Blooregard, here at Foster's, I enforce the adage, "Conservation takes concentration."
BLOO: Um, Mr. Herriman?
MR. HERRIMAN: Yes?
BLOO: Can I go get breakfast?
MR. HERRIMAN: Certainly. Ah! No running in the halls.
Bloo soon arrived at the dining hall, Bloo grabbed some cereal with a glass of orange juice, he chose a seat at the table. Now Bloo sat down, only poured a little bit of cereal and milk into a bowl that was flowing. He just lifted up the bowl to his mouth and ate half of his food down when…
MR. HERRIMAN: Master Blooregard! In this home, we do not just guzzle down our morning nourishment like some common animal.
Bloo listened, much to his chagrin.
So Bloo went with it and eat his cereal normally. However, his mouth was leaking drool. Herriman handed him a napkin to wipe off the slobber. When Bloo leaned on the table, he realized it was rude to put elbows on the table. Herriman pushed Bloo's chair in and adjusted the blob when he started to slouch. So, after after taking his dishes to the kitchen, he pushed in his chair and washed his hands. Just as he as was about to leave...
MR. HERRIMAN: Master Blooregard...
BLOO: What, what, WHAT?! What is with you and all these crazy rules?! Why are you picking on me? I don't see anybody else following all this hairbrained madness.
MR. HERRIMAN: Oh, no?
He opened the door to reveal dozens of friends eating with their mouths closed and following the rules, including Mac!
MR. HERRIMAN: Now listen closely, Master Blooregard. I know the Madame set up a a special situation for you- a deal, if you will- which for me means you've broken one rule to begin with. So I'm watching you, and if you do not toe the line, I have ways to persuade the Madame to change her mind. Now if you'll please excuse me, Master Bloo, I have a very important matter to attend to.
Bloo sat there, frightened and sweating.
CHERRI: He's doomed.
Meanwhile, Mr. Herriman still acted like a five year old towards Frankie - while the latter was in the bathroom!
MR. HERRIMAN: Two pieces, Miss Frances!
FRANKIE: What?! I'm not even doing that!
MR. HERRIMAN: Well, then, may I come in?
FRANKIE: What? Oh, fine.
With that, he opened the bathroom door, and Frankie was only relaxing on the edge of the bath tub with a robe on and her hair up in a towel.
MR. HERRIMAN: I must show you something.
FRANKIE: Down there?
MR. HERRIMAN: Yes. No, closer. No, closer. See?
FRANKIE: I don't think I want to
MR. HERRIMAN: The toilet paper.
FRANKIE: What about it?
MR. HERRIMAN: It's going under.
FRANKIE: So?
MR. HERRIMAN: Everyone knows that the rule for toilet paper if for it to go over.
FRANKIE: Oh, brother.
MR. HERRIMAN: Please turn it around.
FRANKIE: You're kidding.
MR. HERRIMAN: Turn. Ah, ah, ah! Insert the peg from the left first. Now, I want you to tend to every bathroom in the house and right this dreadful atrocity.
FRANKIE: Every bathroom?
MR. HERRIMAN: Ohh, why must I repeat myself? Yes, every bathroom. Now see to it.
He left, getting Frankie ticked off.
Mr. Herriman hopped downstairs and Bloo stood in the foyer just standing like a statue.
MR. HERRIMAN: Master Blooregard! There is a rule about standing- Oh. No, there isn't. Very well. Carry on.
He went to his office. But that was also when the front doors open for Mac to enter.
MAC: Hey, Bloo. Bloo?
Mac walks up to Bloo and waves his hand right in front of his straight face, but he still didn't move. That was also when Wilt, Coco and Eduardo walked in, too, but still nothing happened. They all sat in the awkward silence for many seconds until…
EDUARDO: AZUL! Speak to me! Do something! PLEASE!
He was shaking Bloo to move.
BLOO: Mi'm mot moving.
Mac: What?
BLOO: Mi'm mot moving.
EDUARDO: Yo no comprendeo.
CHERRI: He said he's not moving.
BLOO: Merriman.
MAC: "Merry men?"
BLOO: Mo, Merriman.
EDUARDO: "Scary men?" WAAAAAAHHHHHH!
BLOO: Merriman.
KNACK: "Married man?"
COCO: "Coco? (Mickey Mouse?)"
BLOO: Mo! Merri-
Bloo finally had enough, so he decides to speak normal but angry.
BLOO: Herriman, Herriman, Herriman! He's been on my case all morning, harping on all the rules I seem to be breaking, and said that if I don't start following them, he's gonna boot my blue butt to the curb! Man, oh, man, is this guy uptight! Is anyone else around here aware of his insane two-square rule?! I've never heard of anything so-
As Bloo flailed his arms up, and for the first time in a while, his actions accidentally knocked the podium that held Madame Foster's bust, and now, the bust was swaying back and fourth. And there was no hope for him now when he tried to catch it, and it only fell and shattered before him into a million pieces.
MR. HERRIMAN: What, what, what?
He hopped out of his office and sees what's all the hubbub.
MR HERRIMAN: I heard a crash.
The others were hiding the broken bust by standing around it, and they all also pointed in one direction…except for Coco, who pointed in the opposite direction. But luckily, Mr. Herriman bought it and hopped off.
MAC, WILT, GUMGUM, CHERRI, KNACK, EDUARDO, STUMPY AND COCO: Oooooooohhhhhh! You are so busted!
BLOO: What happened?
EDUARDO: It's Madame Foster.
BLOO: What?
MAC: You busted her bust.
BLOO: What?
CHERRI: It was Herriman's prized possession. He's gonna be steamed.
BLOO: What?
COCO: Coco coco coco co (you're gonna be a rotting blue corpse).
WILT: She's right. Herriman's totally gonna kill you.
STUMPY: Can I keep your paddleball when you're dead?
BLOO: I don't believe this. I was in the clear, man. I was gonna stand here perfectly still all day. I wouldn't have broken anything. Then you guys come along with all your no comprendo and "I don't understand". Make me move and knock over stuff, and then what do you do? You turn on me. That stinks! Thanks a lot, guys.
WILT: How about I say I did it?
GUMGUM: Only one thing to do now, bub: you need to escape.
CHERRI: He can't just leave!
BLOO: No, she's right. Don't you see? Busting this bust is gonna get me as busted as anyone can get busted. So anything bad I do from now on is nothing, and if I have to break some rules so I can fix what I busted, maybe, just maybe, I won't end up getting busted at all. Come on, time for plan a - fix it.
Mr. Herriman had started a crusade for whatever could have caused the crash, and he soon thought he knew who did it when he came across Frankie, who was tending to the bathrooms with a cart of hundreds of rolls of toilet paper.
MR. HERRIMAN: I heard a crash. Did you break something?
FRANKIE: No. I've been in the bathrooms fixing the toilet paper like you asked.
MR. HERRIMAN: Perhaps you broke the toilet paper
He took a roll and closely examined it.
FRANKIE: What?!
MR. HERRIMAN: Yes, this one DOES look rather dimpled.
FRANKIE: Maybe someone broke something somewhere else.
MR. HERRIMAN: Yes, yes, and they are NOT going to get away with it
He put the roll back and went hopping off on his search.
Meanwhile, Bloo had gone to the nearest bathroom to find any tube of toothpaste; their plan was obviously to use the paste as some kind of glue to piece the bust back the together. But as they disrespected the rule of only using a little toothpaste and squeezing from the top of the tube, poor Eduardo couldn't take it as he suddenly a while later, when numerous shriveled and empty tubes pf toothpaste were all over the floor, as well as blotches of paste, they started to notice their mess. But then Bloo remembered Frankie's toilet paper cart, and they figured she wouldn't mind if they 'borrowed' a few rolls. So they secretly stole a bunch of rolls and brought them back down to the foyer. But Eduardo once again fainted when they used more then two pieces.
Soon, they had cleaned up most of the paste, and Mac thought they'd have a laugh.
MAC: Hey, Wilt. Why'd the toilet paper roll down the hill?
WILT: Why?
MAC: To get to the BOTTOM!
The others couldn't help but let out a good laugh. But Bloo wasn't laughing.
BLOO: Hardy har-will you guys focus?!
That was when they suddenly heard the approaching sound of Mr. Herriman's big rabbit feet, so they all quickly hid around a corner. And the old rabbit didn't really see the tubes everywhere, so he accidentally slipped on a tube, and literally slid all the way into the dining hall.
MR. HERRIMAN: Ms. Francis! Toothpaste disaster in the foyer!
Frankie grunted as she left her cart, and headed for the foyer with the cleaning essentials, where Mr. Herriman was also waiting for her.
MR. HERRIMAN: Ah, Ms. Francis. Finally. I assume you have brought cold water, when you need hot water to properly dissolve the toothpaste. So, let me just make sure you-
He removed a glove from his hand and dipped it in the water. He burned himself.
MR. HERRIMAN: My word! That's hot! Very good. Very good, indeed, Miss Francis. But I also see you've neglected to bring a- scrubber. Oh, but when you clean, will you be sure to scrub in-?
FRANKIE: Circles.
MR. HERRIMAN: Well, you seem to have everything in order for once. Now, I must return to my search for the cause of that crash. Carry on. Oh, and continue on with your toilet paper duties if you please.
After Frankie was done, the toothpaste used for the bust started to melt.
WILT: Oh, no! It's sagging to the right.
BLOO: Quick, grab it!
STUMPY: Thanks to the size and weight of the bust, the toothpaste can't support it!
BLOO: This isn't good; a bust this big needs ample support!
The bust once again crumbled into pieces.
MAC: Coco, Stumpy, you go fix the busts yourselves.
STUMPY: Got it!
They ran off to the halls. Stumpy got some duct tape.
COCO: Cococo co cococo co coco? (You sure this is gonna work?)
STUMPY: Of course, or my name is Crack McCraigen.
They went off to the rest of the gang.
BLOO: Good work guys!
But the bust broke again.
MAC: Know what do we do?
BLOO: Guess it's time for plan b - fake it.
MAC: What?
BLOO: We gotta make it.
MAC: Outta what?
CHERRI: Rubber?
WILT: Plaster?
MAC: Marble?
KNACK: Wood?
GUMGUM: Steel?
STUMPY: Building blocks?
EDUARDO: Ceiling?
COCO: Coco? (out of my dead hopes and dreams?)
BLOO: Soap.
ALL EXCEPT BLOO: SOAP?
BLOO: Yeah, come on!
They went to get some soap bars from any bathroom they could find. After they made the fake bust, they were walking down the hall to put it in the foyer until...
MR. HERRIMAN: No, no, no. That is quite unacceptable; put that down.
KNACK: Busted!
They began to ran faster.
MR. HERRIMAN: I'll have you know that the penalty for subject infringement of the rules is expulsion from the house!
BLOO: TOTALLY BUSTED!
MR. HERRIMAN: IF YOU DO NOT PUT THAT DOWN RIGHHT NOW, AND APOLOGIZE FOR YOUR OUTRAGEOUS BEHAVIOUR, THEN YOU WILL GO STRAIGHT TO MY OFFICE AND DISCOVER THE TRUE MEANING OF PUNISHMENT.
They turned to see two sponges throwing water balloons at each other, laughing, and they started to throw balloons at the gang until the soap bust shrank. Mr. Herriman was not pleased to see the two.
MR. HERRIMAN: Aha! Bubble balloons! So that's where all of my soap went! Oh, you two shall pay for this.
Herriman called Frankie to get the mop. She was MAD.
MAC: Now what?
BLOO: Well, we couldn't fix it, we failed to fake it, so now it's time for plan c - Foster it!
MAC: Huh?
BLOO: Not huh. Who. Only one woman has the bust to match that bust, and that's...
ALL EXCEPT BLOO: Madame Foster!
Later, in the kitchen, Madame was helping the gang.
BLOO: Thanks for helping out, Madame F, you rock.
MADAME FOSTER: Oh, aren't you sweet? Now, come on; LAY IT ON ME!
BLOO: Ready with the flour, guys?
ALL EXCEPT BLOO: Ready!
BLOO: SET?
ALL EXCEPT BLOO: SET!
BLOO: FLOUR!
They threw the flour, covering the whole room (and Madame Foster) in flour.
MR HERRIMAN: Now, go dry yourselves off, for goodness' sake.
As the two sponges left, Herriman called Frankie to resume her TP duties, making her scream in fustration! Ed dropped a bowl, causing Herriman to investigate the kitchen. everyone was stressed, but they left just in time. Herriman opened the door to see nothing but flour.
MR. HERRIMAN: MISS FRANCES! PLEASE COME IMMEDIATELY!
Frankie opened the door to the outhouse to scream out.
FRANKIE: YOU WANT THIS TOILET PAPER OR NOT?!
The gang put Madame in the foyer.
GUMGUM: Remember, to pull of this scam, you gotta stay still.
WILT: Is that OK?
MADAME FOSTER: Oh, it's fine. Now hurry and watch out for -
MR. HERRIMAN: No, Miss Frances. You are merely smearing the flour with that mop. The mop with the proper absorbent qualities for the kitchen is in the third floor storage closet.
FRANKIE: WELL IF IT'S THE PROPER MOP FOR THE KITCHEN, WHAT'S IT DOING IN THE THIRD FLOOR CLOSET?!
MR. HERRIMAN: Do not question my methods, Miss Frances. I guess I will have to do your job.
Herriman went out of the kitchen to see the group.
MR. HERRIMAN: Good afternoon. I trust the lot of you are having an enjoyable and rule breaking free day - unlike Miss Frances. Especially, you Master Blooregard.
BLOO: You betcha.
Than, he started talking to Madame Foster, not aware she is not a bust.
MR. HERRIMAN: Oh, Madame. Your granddaughter is working my last nerve. I can hardly believe you and that slacker are related.
As Herriman left, Madame blew a raspberry at him, causing him to turn to Bloo.
BLOO: Um, excuse me?
MR. HERRIMAN: Very shrewd, Master Blooregard. If it weren't for that "excuse me", you'd be gone. But I warn you. I'm still watching.
So Herriman went away.
KNACK: Hey, Bloo - what about Madame Foster?
BLOO: What about here, all she's gotta do is sit still covered in flour for the rest of her life - OK, so there's a slight flaw in my plan. You geniuses got something better?
MAC: How about glue?
CHERRI: But Mac, Herriman keeps all the glue in - his office...
So the gang went inside while Herriman was out.
STUMPY: Glue, glue, glue, glue -
CHERRI: Up there! "Items for imaginary friends to never, never touch; NEVER!"
Wilt got the glue, just as Frankie entered.
FRANKIE: What are you doing in here?
BLOO: Please, Frankie, please don't tell.
FRANKIE: Tell what? What are you guys up to?
STUMPY: Oh, Bloo accidentally busted Madame Foster's bust, so Bloo thinks that Herriman would bust him if he - oops.
FRANKIE: You busted the bust?
MAC: But it wasn't his fault. Herriman faked him out.
BLOO: So we're trying to fix what we broke by breaking a lot of rules.
MR. HERRIMAN: Miss Frances, what are you doing in there? None of the bathrooms have toothpaste.
FRANKIE: Toothpaste disaster...
BLOO: Sorry...
MR. HERRIMAN: Miss Frances, you have also neglected to reach for the soap!
FRANKIE: Soapy hallway...
BLOO: Well, those water balloons didn't help.
FRANKIE: So it was YOU. You've all been making my day horrible.
BLOO: Well, yeah.
FRANKIE: Guys, this isn't cool! Sorry, but I gotta say something to him.
MAC: No, Frankie! Please don't tell on Bloo.
FRANKIE: What? I'm not telling on Bloo.
They all sighed in relief.
FRANKIE: I'm telling off Herriman.
ALL: Wha?
FRANKIE: Oh, yeah. It's high time that rabbit learned that his rules are freaking you out and driving me nuts! I'm gonna tell him straight up that you busted the bust, and you shouldn't get busted for it! I mean, accidents happen, right?
MR. HERRIMAN: Miss Frances, I have had it with your irresponsible dillydallying today! Come meet me in my office in thirty seconds to have a serious discussion about your employment here!
FRANKIE: I've been waiting for this for a long time...
Frankie rolled up her sleeves.
EDUARDO: NO TELL HERRIMAN!
He took Frankie and threw her in the closet.
GUMGUM: We're dead meat!
KNACK: Let's go!
They left and Herriman entered to see Frankie nowhere.
MR. HERRIMAN: Miss Frances! Hmm...
BLOO: Pointy square shape.
MAC: Check.
BLOO: Jaggedy triangle.
CHERRI: Here.
BLOO: Funky rhombus?
EDUARDO: Check.
BLOO: Swab.
Coco used the swab to wipe Bloo's face.
STUMPY: The operation was a success! OK, Madame F, you can go now.
She left to take a bath.
They put it back.
WILT: Now that is A-OK?
Coco was running around in circles in celebration, until she bumped into Bloo, who bumped into the bust, which fell and broke again.
MR. HERRIMAN: Well, Master Blooregard, I see that through your roughhousing, you have broken Madame Foster's bust. There's only one thing to do now...
COCO: COCO! COCO CO COCO! CO COCOCO CO COCOCOCOCO CO COCOCO CO COCOCOCO! CO COCOCO! (No, it was me! I wasn't careful, bumped into Bloo, and busted the bust! You should send me away!)
MR. HERRIMAN: Sent you away?
Herriman laughed and laughed.
MR. HERRIMAN: Don't be silly! I have hundreds of back up busts. These things break all the time. I'll go get some more.
Herriman left to get another bust, and Frankie woke up, and accidentally crushed all of the busts.
MR. HERRIMAN: Well, Ms. Francis, rules are rules. Clean it up.
FRANKIE: Rules, schmules! I'M GONNA CLEAN YOU UP, YOU CRAZY RABBIT! COME BACK HERE, AND I'LL CLEAN YOUR CLOCK!
MR. HERRIMAN: Ahh! Please, Ms. Francis! You know the rules! No running in the house!
Frankie chased him with a broom, much to Herriman's horror.